Let us spray For we know no other way to travel than the wet road way
Let us spray Let us aquaplane Let us thrash our wheels through a wash of wicked water Let us squint through a screen of grey
Let us spray Though we endanger Our companions on the sluicing skid-surface Let us spray between their dazzling foglights and their indistinct headlights Let us spray through the terror of dabbed brakelights and the torment of the torrent Let us spray
O blackened cloud protect us Let us spray O dreadful deluge purge us Let us spray O glassy tarmac shift us Let us spray
-- today, my first M62 journey since the walk. Good to reaquaint myself with the road on a 200-mile round trip. But... it was very wet.